Just like that, my life changed overnight.

I had gone from being an innocent school student, smitten by his gorgeous classmate, to a full time live-in slave of said classmate. And in truth? I couldn’t be happier.

The work, as it turned out, was more fun than I anticipated. Ryan was a laid back, friendly jock-type who talked non-stop about sports and workouts in an oddly engaging way; Charlotte was a superhumanly fit volleyballer with a dry sense of humour. She looked like a stereotypical cheerleader with blonde hair and tan, but after five minutes of talking to her I found myself mentally outclassed: she was sharp as a razor. On the whole, it was a relaxed and fun work environment, and my job was fairly easy.

At least — at work. At home, however, things were not easy at all. Fulfilling and rewarding? Yes. Arousing? Immensely. Easy? No way. Katya had promised to be more strict and she wasn’t joking. From my first day, I was put to work around the house. Cleaning, cooking, dishes, you name it. Katya even had me doing her laundry for her.

It sounds as if she was using me, exploiting me somehow, but it never felt that way. The way we would talk for hours and hours, or how she’d lean up against me, (one hand resting on my chastity cage) while we watched a show together, were undeniable signs of how she really felt. To me, it was as if she was lovingly showing me something about myself — my true nature, as she sometimes referred to it.

And I was beginning to figure out. It had been months since the last time I’d come, alone in my old dorm room, thinking, incidentally, about Katya. Yet with every passing day, that fleeting pleasure seemed to pale in comparison to the intoxicating thrill I got just from serving her on a daily basis. Even washing her clothes had become erotic. Sex either meant either I was getting pegged or going down on her.

I had become so used to thinking of her pleasure instead of mine, that I had almost forgotten I could orgasm at all. I hardly even remembered what it felt like not to be locked in chastity. So imagine my surprise when, after I mentioned this to Katya in passing, she smiled and said: ‘Good. That means it’s time for you to come.’

We were lazing on the couch, reading together, after dinner. I looked up, not sure I’d heard correctly. Another part of me had, however, as it was suddenly very hard. ‘What did you say?’

Katya said her book down beside her, deliberately, and fixed me with her devious look that told me, in no uncertain terms, that there was to be a catch. ‘I’ll be honest, Dale… You’ve been a good slave. I at all times suspected you had it in you — your true nature, after all. But I never dreamed you’d be so easy.’ She smiled, and I grinned back.

‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ I said.

‘Oh, it is,’ she said, sliding up beside me. ‘And I think you’ve earned this. A reward. Now that you figure out that my pleasure is all that matters, now that I come first in everything, I think you deserve a treat. It’s a part of your training, after all.’

‘It is?’

‘Of course. Well, let’s not get your hopes up. I mean, it’s not like I’m gonna unlock you, or anything.’

And at last, there it was. I furrowed my brow, confused. ‘You won’t? But then how…’

As she liked to do, her hand snaked into my shorts and began to play with my cage, causing the pressure to create. She kissed my mouth, my neck, and I lost what I was saying for a moment.

‘You’ll see, honey. I’m gonna blow your mind. It might take a little time, of course, but it’ll happen. But you’d better believe that when you do come? When I finally make you come? That cage is going to be locked up just as tight as ever.

#

Actually, it wasn’t that cage, exactly: later that week, a new one was delivered to the front door. It was much smaller than the original, and tailor made to my measurements so it fit firmly and comfortably — almost too comfortably: sometimes I felt like there was nothing between my legs at all. It also had a devious lock that didn’t require a padlock, and had a unique key that couldn’t be duplicated.

With my new ‘equipment’ in place, Katya soon made clear what her intentions were. One night, after we showered and I went down on her (our usual post-work routine), she sent me to the bedroom, naked, where I saw two new toys sitting on her nightstand: one small black butt plug and one blue strapon just a tiny bit wider than the black one she usually used.

‘Get on all fours. Now sit.’ She put a chain collar around my neck, holding the other end of a short leash. Then she cuffed my hands behind my back, and had me roll my lower body over the bed, securing both ankles aside with a spreader bar she’d bought recently. The final touch was a ball gag, turning anything I might say into no more than a low moan.

Now I was effectively bent over the side of the bed with my legs aside, unable to do more than shift an inch or so back and forth. Katya gave my butt a squeeze. ‘Hmm, delightful,’ she sighed. I said something which neither of us could figure out. Walking over to the nightstand, she let her clothes fall to the floor. As at all times, her lean, toned body had me mesmerized. I watched her every movement as she picked the larger dildo and fixed it into her strapon harness.

‘So here’s what’s gonna happen for the next few weeks,’ she said, massaging her new toy with oils as she crossed the room. ‘I’m the only one allowed to touch that butt plug. Every day before work, I’m gonna put it inside you. And I’m gonna check on you throughout the day to make sure it’s still there. And at the end of the day, I’ll take it out.’

Now, taking her place behind me, she took hold of my leash, pulling it so that I was forced to look straight ahead, my back slightly concave. I couldn’t help but feel like a horse with her at the reins, though she was yet to mount me fully.

‘And every other day — I’ll give you some recovery time, of course — I’m gonna ride you like this. This same position. But you aren’t allowed to come, of course. If you think you’re even close to that neighbourhood, I want you to moan nice and loud so I can ease off. Is that clear?’

That shouldn’t be hard, I wondered — even though I no longer felt uncomfortable being pegged and even looked forward to it, I’d never really been close to coming. I let out a moan that sounded more like a whimper, and she chuckled.

A moment later, she slid into me and I closed my eyes.

#

For the first week, that was how it went. All day I would sit at the front desk, answering phone calls and squirming in my seat. The plug was impossible to forget about: it was a near constant stimulation and reminder of what was to come. It awakened nerve endings I never knew I had. Then, each night Katya would restrain me just as she had the first time — horse and reins — and ride me with the new blue strap on. After just the first few days I was already becoming accustomed to the size of it, and to my amazement, for the first time near the end of the week I had to call out from beneath my gag to warn her that I was close to the edge.

It wasn’t edging like I’d ever experienced it before, but a strange buildup of pressure somewhere deep inside me that threatened to create and create to a level I couldn’t stand. I wasn’t even sure it was really an orgasm that would result, but part of me was afraid to understand — it seemed too intense.

On the weekend, the whole team of ‘Health and Lifestyle Training pty ltd.’ went out for dinner and drinks, and I had such a good time talking and laughing with my new work friends that I almost forgot what Katya and I had in secret, behind closed doors. Until I came home with her and saw a couple of new presents laid out on the nightstand: a larger purple dildo and blue butt plug.

And so it went on. I struggled at first, to get used to the new sizing, then became comfortable, and soon I was calling out often, the pressure building and building, Katya at all times pulling out just in time. She had a talent for that.

Purple became red, red became pink, and the pink one, Katya announced, was to be the last. I was grateful for that: I didn’t think I would have been able to level up again. The butt plug seemed to fill every spare inch of me, and the pink strap on was no different. So much so that even by the end of that week I was no longer getting close to orgasm. Not that Katya minded — she took an animalistic pleasure in taking me that way. Sometimes it seemed as if she strap on was truly a part of her, that she could feel every thrust as much as I could.

I became so used to our nightly routine, had even come to look forward to it, that when Katya made the final change I was completely taken off guard. It was a Friday afternoon, and she stopped by the front office at three: Ryan and Charlotte had already left for the day. Seeing her, I began to pack my desk, but she stopped me.

‘No. You’re working late tonight,’ she said. ‘You’ll finish at four.’

‘I will?’

‘You will,’ she said. Then, fixing me with that predatory look of hers, she came over to where I was sitting and leaned across the desk. ‘When you get home,’ she said. ‘You’ll get naked and have a good, long shower. Then you’ll go down the hall to my bedroom and knock on the door.’

I swallowed. Her lips were so close to mine, but I couldn’t lean forward to kiss them because she had a handful of my hair, turning my face up to hers. ‘And then what?’ I said.

She smiled. ‘Then? Then you’ll see.’

And she left the room, hypnotizing me as she at all times did with the sway of her slender hips, the curve of her toned calves above professional black high heels.

#

When I stepped through the front door, the house was dark, lit only here and there by a few candles. Mood lighting. It wasn’t like Katya, but it made my heart jump at the wondered of what was to come. I feared I would disappoint her: the pink strap on was still too large. Perhaps that was her plan? She’d announce that if I couldn’t come that way, I wouldn’t.

With this in mind, I took a long shower, as instructed, and walked down the hall, as instructed. I knocked.

‘Come in.’

When I entered, Katya stood before me in the most exquisite, lacy white lingerie I’d ever seen. It perfectly accentuated her tanned skin. To my surprise, the strap-on she wore was not pink, as I’d expected, but the much smaller blue one. Katya smiled at me with full red lips, and pointed at the bed. Instead of the usual set up, there were a pair of cuffs around the centre bed post and nothing else — not even the gag.

‘You look — ‘ I began, but she raised a finger to her lips.

‘You’re only allowed to say one thing to me for the rest of the night,’ she said. ‘Yes, Katya. That’s all. Now, get on the bed.’

I climbed onto the covers, but she stopped me. ‘No. Face up.’

Another surprise. She had only pegged me face up one other time — the very first time. Again, I felt a thrill run through me. My new cage was filled to the limit.

Katya locked my hands in the cuffs over my head and straddled me. She stroked my cheek with one finger. ‘Do you like the white?’ she said.

‘Yes, Katya,’ said with a smile.

‘It’s for you.’ Confused, I tilted my head to one side. She chuckled.

‘You’ve never been inside a woman before, Dale, have you?’

Reddening, I shook my head. It was true — only now do I realise that I was so smitten with Katya when we were just students together I’d never even wondered of pursuing anyone else, and in high college I’d been too shy to do anything more than kiss the occasional girl who showed interest in me.

‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ she said warmly. ‘I like it. I think it’s hot. That you’re mine, that I’m gonna be the first woman,’ she lowered herself, the strapon sliding easily into me. Compared to pink, there was hardly any resistance at all. I let out a small gasp. ‘To make you come,’ she finished.

I knew from that first thrust, that this time was gonna be vastly different than all the others. That had been training, and of course Katya using my body for pleasure. Everything about this was different. She started slowly, softly, making me feel every inch. Somehow I felt so much more exposed this way, on my back with legs spread aside. And the feeling was made even more intense by the way she was looking down at me so hungrily, filled with lust and heat. The pressure was building, and building quickly.

‘You’ve been a good slave, Dale. Very good. You work hard. You please me.’ With the word please she gave a harder thrust and I broke out in a sweat. My whole body felt hot. The impact of the training suddenly struck me: I had become so used to having sex this way that I no longer even wondered or cared about that part of me locked away in the chastity cage. That had nothing to do with sex or pleasure anymore. The realisation brought me closer to the edge.

‘Do you enjoy being my slave? Being owned?’

‘Yes, Katya,’ I said — and I meant it.

‘Good. Because I’m only gonna take more, you know. More control, more power, more everything.’

‘Yes, Katya.’ We were both breathing fast, now, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on mine. The pressure was building to breaking point — usually I would have called out a warning by now, but she had made a rule, after all, and all I could say was another ‘Yes, Katya!’

‘You’re mine,’ she said. ‘Yes, Katya!’ ‘I own you.’ ‘Yes Katya!’

And then, as I felt it happen, the pressure reaching breaking point deep inside of me as she penetrated me deeper than before, Katya stared into my eyes and said ‘I love you, slave.’ There was a brief pause, and I managed ‘I love you.’ Then, the flood broke and a bright light filled my head. I came harder than I ever had in my life, Katya continuing to ride me as she climaxed with her hands tight around my neck.

#

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and slowly subsided. My legs shook as she slowed down at last and eventually, pulled out of me. My cage had leaked everywhere: months and months of denial would do that.

Katya lay beside me for a long while in comfortable silence. Then we took an equally long shower together and talked in low voices about work and life unrelated to what she had just done to me. My ears still rung with it. I could sense that she was willing to say or do something more, however, and eventually I called her out on it.

‘Why do you keep looking at me like that?’ I said, as we got out of the shower.

‘I have something to give you.’

Curious, I followed her back into the bedroom. She went to her jewellery box and took out a gorgeous silver bracelet. When she held it out to me, I saw that it was adorned with a metal trinket in the shape of a caged bird.

‘It locks around your wrist,’ she said. ‘Once you fasten it, you can not take it off without using tools to cut the metal.’ She smiled down at me. ‘Just like your cage.’

I smiled. ‘Well. There’s a key for that…’ Then I saw something in her face. Love, excitement, mischief, all rolled into one.

‘No,’ she said quietly. ‘I had it melted down, and shaped into that pretty bird.’

Looking from the outside, someone might think it was a cruel thing to do. To lock a virgin like me in permanent chastity. But by then, Katya had trained and taught and changed the way I wondered so much that I didn’t see it that way at all. In fact, I felt a rush of love and gratitude towards her.

‘Does this mean…?’ I couldn’t finish, but she nodded.

‘Yes. You will be mine. Permanently, my slave. If you put on that bracelet, your life belongs to me. Forever.’

I fell to my knees, overwhelmed. I looked up at her, that gorgeous body towering over me, her perfect face looking down on me like a goddess from above. My Queen, My Goddess, forever, I wondered. Already my whole body pulsed for her, as if I’d never come at all. I couldn’t think of anything in the world I’d rather be, at that moment, than to belong to her.

I wrapped the bracelet around my left wrist, clicking the small lock together with a satisfying sound. In a small voice, I whispered: ‘Yes, Katya.’